𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 5

Lucifer didn't think he'd mind the flirting so much if he understood what Alastor's true motives were.

Alastor, with his head nestled comfortably on his lap as he blinked up at him innocently, was a master at hiding his intentions.

"Why...why do you need my help?" Lucifer said, hating how nervous his voice sounded. He looked over to the bathroom and used his abilities to get a bath started for his demon friend.

"Well, I can't very well see the top of my head, now can I?" Alastor answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. It was such a poor excuse that it made the king laugh. He motioned for Alastor to head to the bathroom, which he did without complaint, hopping up immediately and practically skipping to the bathroom.

"It's never been a problem for me, personally, but I suppose someone so pitiful might need some assistance," Lucifer teased.

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes before settling down in the tub, his head resting on the lip of the porcelain structure. "Yes, so very pitiful."

Realizing that Alastor wouldn't be relenting, he sighed and summoned a stool to rest on while he washed his hair. He grabbed a bottle of juniper-scented shampoo - a scent he felt matched the man's vibe - and got to work. Upon remembering how cute these damn ears were, he felt much less hesitant and began to enjoy the moment immensely. He watched as tension slowly drained from the demon's features, leaving behind a very content looking man. His ears would twitch when he got too close to them at first, but after a while it seemed that he didn't mind it so much. He massaged the soap into his scalp much longer than necessary, but the king didn't mind it in the slightest; what was a king for if not to serve his people when they needed him?

He summed a cup, filling it with the warm bath water and rinsed the suds out of Alastor's hair. He was careful to avoid getting water in his ears, knowing it would interrupt the peaceful mood they had created. He combed his fingers through the red and black locks, careful to rinse out everything before setting the cup aside. It was at that point that he heard the soft snores coming from the Radio Demon.

A warmth grew in Lucifer's chest. This was a show of real trust - one that the king was not going to take lightly. His hands had been under Alastor's head to support his neck while he rinsed, and he kept them there, gently massaging the freshly-cleaned scalp while Alastor took a much-needed rest.

They stayed like that for exactly 8 minutes and 27 seconds (Lucifer's internal clock was impeccable) before Alastor's eyes opened and he quickly sat up, looking confused and a little on edge. Lucifer lifted his hands up in surrender, chuckling softly. "You just nodded off, Bambi, nothing happened. Who knew you were such a sucker for some head scratches?"

Alastor's eyes narrowed at the nickname. "Bambi?"

"You don't like it? I thought it was quite sweet."

"After a fawn in a children's novel?"

"Well, most of us know the character from the Disney cartoon-"

"Lucifer, you want to nickname me after a damn cartoon?"

Both men stared at each other, unwavering, until Lucifer dissolved into giggles. "Yes, I absolutely do." He rested his elbow on the edge of the tub, his ridiculous face now settled on his palm as he stared adoringly at the stag.

It made Alastor positively squirm. "I do think I'm ready to dry off, if you wouldn't mind giving me some privacy, your highness."

Lucifer simply hummed and stayed where he was, never breaking his gaze. Alastor nearly growled, begging for this to be over. He did not need Heaven's most beautiful angel fawning over him...no matter how much it made his heart flutter. Deciding to turn the tables, and knowing how easy it was to fluster the king, he switched gears and leaned in close, their noses nearly touching. "See something you like?"

The other man knew exactly what Alastor was trying to do. Steeling himself, regardless of the blush flooding his pale face, he gently nudged the demon's nose with his own before replying, "I think I might."

Fuck.

Both men were suddenly far too aware of the fact that Alastor was, indeed, naked and that they were, indeed, far too close to each other to be considered platonic. Before they had a chance to see how this scene would play out, there was suddenly a knock at the door.

"Alastor? Is my dad with you?"